#dca sun oc

[birdybirdvillagetown]

Okay heres the heads of my dca oc's! colored in!! 😁 i colored them with colored pencils and outline with my fine liner pen! 😀😁✨️

[jynxdrawsthings]

Okay, so i made like, an official desgin (old[new in the process of making]) of what my actual Sun looks like from my DCA Au before all her upgrades..sigh, I love Ponchos but like..coming to it after an hour or two of drawing and slowly coloring due to lag, I jus give up lmao.

If it isn't clear I just LOVE Ponchos sm, theyre so cool and neat to draw with, an i think I like this desgin ngl, yes the color pallette is a bit basic, but im still working on other things, so i had to use my time to the best I could to make it interesting (I've got like..20? Maybe 23 other things im trying to work on all at once so im jus a bit stressed, plus I've got a buncha private YCH's im doing for friends((and myself+the wifey)), and among other drawings, that are giving me art block sigh...)I've got maybe...3 normal drawings, and 20 to 30 YCH's im doing, plus old ones I need to finish so book that up to 34, imma mess here lmao)

Her favorite colors are actually his name, and fun fact, its mainly just Olive green to be honest!!! But yeah im done yapping now sigh smh

[iron-rose-art]

I've been in the DCA fandom for a WHILE now and I'm JUST now getting to making an OC. Have the two strong color options while I work it out

Maybe an Eclipse?? Maybe a Sun?? I'll find out at the same time as you chat

[lunar-disillusionment]

Camomile’s Moon

Soooooo- Do you guys remember when I vaguely hinted at Camomile having a Moon of her own? 

Well, I had ideas of what her Moon was like but after hearing the Remnant Theory and some musical inspiration I finally have a little something something for Camomile’s Moon. She distributed the remnant that kept the animatronics so pristine after Camomile finished repairing them. Only problem was Camomile’s Moon would often give certain glamrocks extra doses (Roxanne to keep up her beauty, Monty because it was essentially steroid abuse, the Daycare Attendant who took their place after they were repurposed…specifically it was the Moon so they would remain agile and flexible). Camomile had warned her Moon many times not to do what she was doing or would get caught. Her Moon never heeded the warnings and even started using the remnant on herself simply because it gave her a rush of extra live…. 

Camomile’s Moon was eventually caught, scooped, melted, and whatever was left was assimilated back into the blob. Camomile did manage to save some of her Moon’s metal and molded it into a charm she wears as a necklace but it was too hard to tell. The traveling failed and infighting grew, the days got worse and worse with each they went. 

[ritualwing]

[Content warning for blood]

Heard a beginning portion of a song (Pride by kendrick), and I decided to finally make an animatic after a while! Hate flipaclip for being so laggy during this though.

This was purely for fun and to showcase Erebos more since I wanted to get back into animation without it feeling like a chore

The angelic sun (named Gamma) belongs to @ayippeei !

[crovidlover]

So I have a habit of storing lose papers in my note books. Found this today.

[lunar-disillusionment]

The Sun Dreams:

(Camomile Angst)

Camomile closed up her clinic for the night, it had been a full day so she was unbelievably exhausted from all the work she nearly thought her joints would lock. She walked home, passing by the Stardust Theatre; she made a note to check in on them at some point as she kept walking. Eventually she made it home, she wasted no time getting comfortable, slipping into her pajamas and turning on the television for white noise as she shimmed into her bed and passed out almost immediately.

She dozed off peacefully and dreamless, enjoying the peace of her nightly slumber. As she slept something deep within herself mind began to shift the dreamless land into how she viewed her subconscious. A cottage in the woods, she sat resting on the couch in her mindscape until she was gently shaken awake, she groans stubbornly wanting more sleep and to be unbothered that was until she heard a familiar voice speak “Get up doc, or I’ll eat all your food without you” Camomile grumbles but stirs a bit in the mindscape “If you do, you can definitely forget about my promise to you earlier” she retorts and the familiar voice chuckle while Camomile shifted off the couch and trudged tiredly into the kitchen. Her rays tick happily when’s awake enough to notice the french toast, bacon, and eggs in front of her “Heh, you spoil me every time” she took the first bite and it tasted so good, she nearly wanted to cry but kept it together as looked at who the voice was coming from….it was her Moon.

After the breakfast, she just spent time with her Moon, chatting, playing cards, foraging, etc. it was such a peaceful day, a peaceful life, simple and easy. Though as happy as she was, this always gave her a bitter sadness because she knew in reality she could never have this, never have a peaceful life, never have her Moon again or ever. It hurt to dream, it always hurts because she knew it would always be just that. A Dream.

[lunar-disillusionment]

Camomile had considered Elara words ever since she met that petite bot. For days on end, Camomile had considered quitting and moving out elsewhere, besides Fazbear possibly had a backup or would replace her with another repurposed Sun model. It didn’t matter to her anymore. She’d been doing this job for years on end and needed to move on to greener pastures, one sentient robot can only put up with human bullshit for so long. 

Camomile didn’t have many belongings. She was a robot after all, a Fazbear employee as well in a sense so she wasn’t given anything except a task and a pat on the back. All she really had was her favorite throwing wrench, medical and mechanical aid, and different variants of her nurse outfit. She packed it all up and left a note for whatever technician that comes in to check her in the morning, it simply read: 

“Dear, Fazfucks and Co.,

After years of working for you, I have come to realize that I can no longer work for a company that does not respect my talents or sentience. In short, I quit and I am not coming back to this unbearable train wreck and lawsuit prone company. 

See you never, 

Camomile” 

She waited patiently and a portal miraculously opened, she walked through it without thinking about much else. She was going to get a better life elsewhere.